My father, who runs a company, remarried a woman named "Rumi-san," who was originally the president's secretary. She was exactly like the ideal image of a "gentle and mature woman." As a jobless NEET, I confess that I sometimes looked at my stepmother with a vulgar gaze... One day, while rummaging through my stepmother's dresser, I discovered an unexpected, fully loaded, spirited, nostalgic, pungent, "special attack suit" that exuded a "good for nothing, top-notch" vibe, with the words "Night Dew, Death or Glory" emblazoned on it...!
